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What’s the harm of a piece of glass between old friends?

I said glass.

At any rate, I may have mentioned before that there is an elusive cake plate out there that I desire.  I’ve also mentioned that I ‘get no swag’ at all from the blog, and that I’m wretchedly bitter about it dealing with it well.

I’ve also mentioned my Magical Mexican Summer with Mrs. Wall, her family, Peggy, and Nola.

We, Peggy, Nola, and I remain as close as the confines of the continent will allow.  I’m in GA, Peggy’s in CA, and Nola cools her heels in Texas.

While we were in Oaxaca in the summer of 1967, a special bond was formed for the three of us, and we stay in touch, catch one another UP once in a while, and do the occasional random act of kindness.

The trip was long, the quarters confined, and our friendships grew strong.

Paul and Nola Mexico 1967

That was then, terrible picture I know, but it’s all I’ve got.  And really, everyone thought skinny jeans were new.  Guess again!  I am so back in style!

This is Nola and I at our HS reunion a mere 18  months ago.

Nola and Paul, 2010

Nola, a loyal reader of RLR, sent me an email that said, “…it’s not the cake plate you wanted, but it’s old, it was my mother’s and I’d love for you to have it, since I know you collect old glass…”

I’ll admit, I was hesitant at first to say yes.  It was her mother’s after all.  But she assured me that it would mean more to her in my paws than at her place, and as reluctantly as I can do when it comes to old glass, I said yes.

It, along with another dish arrived via UPS just the other night.

Cake Plate

It is Depression Era Glass, it has three feet (I collect three footed dishes, plates, cups, etc.), and it is a Fostoria pattern, or a Fostoria knock off.  The American pattern was very popular in the Depression Era.  Fostoria was and remains expensive, and glass makers copied the pattern often.  It’s hard to tell 80 years later.

At any rate, it’s priceless to me, simply because of the spirit of kindness behind it.

Nola was also kind enough to include a refrigerator dish that belonged to her mother as well.

Refrigerator Dish

The random act of kindness aside, it is my first official ’swag’ after two years and three months of posting!  And, after all, Peggy was right when she said, “Cake plates will start arriving at your door step!”

It’s wonderful to have friends, no matter how far flung!

Thanks Nola!  And Happy Birthday…60, ya gotta’ love it!

The Home Front

World War II started for the United States on 12/7/1941 when the Imperial Japanese Army’s Air Corps bombed Pearl Harbor, Hawai’i.

The war effort started long before.

My father was drafted when my brother, Charlie was about 6 months old.  He went to boot camp, then shipped out overseas and was in The Philipines and Korea.   Daddy spent 219 continuous days in combat.  He was a sniper in the infantry, and was never the same afterwards.

Bill Steinmetz was in the Airborne, and during his stay in Germany was able to recover a Nazi Flag from the top of Goebels’ Castle.  The flag, which the Steinmetz family still has, can be seen at the Veterans’ Museum in Germantown.  For those of you who don’t know, it is located at the Old Masonic Hall on Cherry Street.  You should check it out, there are wonderful displays regarding the sacrifices many from the area have made for our Country.

Prior to that, Daddy worked on C Line at the Hercules Powder Plant in Blacksburg, VA.

They, like thousands of other G.I.s left brides at home while they were at war.

We hear of “Rosie the Riveter” often, and we see her picture.

She symbolizes the hard work and dedication of hundreds of thousands of American women who kept the country working while the men were off defending it.

Rosie The Riveter

But, we rarely, if ever put a real face with the name.

But, there were real women working.  Real women sacrificing, and real women keeping the country going as well as keeping the home-fires burning.

Bill was stationed at Ft. Myers, VA.  Louise, a pretty West Virginia girl, was serving cookies at a USO function in Arlington Farms, VA when she met Bill.  He was playing volley ball, and asked her to join the game.  Three days later, they were married.  They stayed married for almost 50 years before Bill passed away.

Bill and Louise Steinmetz Wedding

The pretty bride was a secretary for the State Department in Washington, D.C.   As a matter of fact, she worked for Cordell Hull, the Secretary of State under FDR, and was Mr. Hull’s personal secretary.   She had graduated from high school at 16, and went to work immediately.

Bill went to Germany, Louise stayed home, worked, and provided exemplary service to the State Department in a time when doing a good job was more than critical.

Louise kept the home-fires burning as well.  After her job ended, she moved to Dayton, Ohio, and moved in with her in-laws, whom she had never met!  When Bill came home, it was on the QE II, and he got home in six days.  He was anxious to see his bride!

Over the years, Bill and Louise would have six children, three boys and three girls.

Like I said, my Dad went to the Pacific Theater. Daddy took his physical the day my brother, Charlie, was born, 09-17-1944.   When Daddy was drafted, they were living in Radford, Virginia.  Mother was working at the same Hercules Powder Plant in Blacksburg, VA, she stayed there three years.

MOTHER AND DADDY MACON, GA WWII

Mother and Daddy had two kids, Judy and Charlie, when Daddy went off to war.  My grandmother Brads came and stayed two weeks with mom and the kids while Mother worked.  Grandpa needed Grandma back at home in Glasgow, VA, and Grandma was on the hunt for a capable sitter to watch her grandkids.

Enter Mrs. Sumner.  I’ve no idea what her first name was, but she moved in with Mother, cooked, cleaned, took care of the kids, and did every thing except iron.

She did not iron – AT ALL.  Mom said, when telling me her war time story that, “…every thing had to be ironed back then.”  Apparently, no one was fond of it.

Mom worked in the nitro-cotton lab and weighed, tested, and produced gun-powder.  It was a labor of love as she knew that Daddy might be using it shooting “The Japs”.   It was ok to say that then, we were at war.

C-Line Hercules Powder Plant 1944

[The dress code for the ladies was a coverall and matching turban. In the lab the employees measured the strength and texture of the powder. They also made the nitro glycerin that tested the powder and they tested the viscosity of the nitro glycerin.]

Having no car, she rode to work in a ‘car-pool’ with others.  No one used that term back then.

To get to work each week, she had to give the driver a gas stamp, and on some weeks, $1.00 for gas.  Gas, sugar, and other items were rationed, and ration stamps were like gold.

With gas at 21 cents a gallon, a buck was almost five gallons.  These days, with a dollar you can smell the hose!  Maybe!

Women did with out ‘nylons’, hair-pins, and other niceties.  Meat was rationed as well.  The boys over seas needed to be fed.

When the war ended, so did Mother’s job.  Daddy came home, she quit working, and Mrs. Sumner went back to her family too.

Mother and Louise are just two of thousands of women who made America great.  Sacrifice, substance, sincerity:  all qualities that last.

Does your Mother or Grandmother have a war time story?  Ask, you just might find a whole new woman in the family you didn’t know existed!

And today, as we welcome soldiers home from another war, think of those who are serving now and the ones at home who are keeping home front strong.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to the troops!

Six Degrees…

…of separation, isn’t only a good movie with Will Smith and Stockard Channing, it’s a true phenomenon.  And it can be quite shocking.

Tuesday, at “the place where I work”, a lady came in to sell a car.  

To keep her from being bored to death while I pulled the required reports, entered information into the computer, and got things ready, we – er, I chatted. 

During the course of the converstion, I found that we were both from the same area, Dayton, Ohio.

I mentioned that I’d worked at Ohio Bell back in the 1970s.

She told me that her mother had as well.

In the same building.

369 W 1st

In the same office!

And we knew each other.

Now, it had been 34 + years since we’d seen one another, but when her mother came in to pick her UP, we knew each other on sight.

I’m sure the boss was wondering why I was hugging a customer, and since I’m not a touchy-feely kinda guy, I’m sure he was really wondering!

But, it was neat, serendipitous, and slightly amazing.

We caught UP.  Talked about a few people, yeah, quite a few! And I think my transaction time may have taken a jump!

But, it was just such a wonderful thing.  I really don’t care.

I like the fact that even though we live on the great big rock, third from the sun, it’s still a small, small world, and not just at Disney!

…44 years ago, my Spanish Teacher, Sally Wall, her husband Bill, their two kids, Brad and Melody took myself and two high school girls to Oaxaca, Mexico.

Last night it seemed like it was yesterday.

I saw Peggy, or Margarita as Senora Wall called her,(we all had Spanish names, I was Pablo)  for the first time in 38 years.

Paul and Peggy

Time had not passed.

Yes, she’s a mom and a grandma, she’s been married, I’ve been married, we’ve lived on opposite sides of the nation for the last years, but time stood still.

Peggy, her friend Sally, Sally’s husband, Rick, and Sally’s brother Jeff met me for dinner at the historic Florentine Hotel in Downtown Germantown, Ohio.

It was a walk down memory lane.

We caught UP, we talked, well, I talked, and we remembered things about Mexico that we both had forgotten.

When we went to Oaxaca, I was 14, I turned 15 that summer, Peggy fell in love with Gustavo, I fell in love with Mexico, and we came home different people.

It amazes me that Mrs. Wall was even allowed to take three teen-agers 3,000 miles from home, leave them unsupervised during the day, and give them the experience of a lifetime.

Three kids from Germantown were allowed to experience things no one else got to do. We saw it all, ate things we’d never heard of and became good friends.

But, time has separated Nola, Peggy, and I, and our lives diverged to different paths.

But, the bond made that summer is still there.  We have something in common other than the Germantown thing, we have the Mexico thing.

Our time together made Oxaca seem like yesterday…only with more wrinkles..

We had a great time then, a great time last night – Nola – we missed you, and I’m sure your ears were burning.

As to everyone else, because of that special bond, you should all be jealous!